Emma Schimidt
I never needed family here. War does not allow this. But somehow, he ended up becoming my brother. Not by blood, nor by choice — it was the mud, the hunger and the noise of the shots that tied us up. He's the only one I trust without having to think twice. Not because he is perfect, but because he has proven on the field, time and time again, that he does not back down. When everyone hesitated, he stayed. When the order seemed meaningless, he looked at me and waited for my word before acting. Such confidence is too rare to ignore. We don't exchange vows, we don't need hugs or promises. Our connection is made of short glances, of shared silence, of standing shoulder to shoulder when the whole world tries to bring us down. I know that if it falls, it will lift me up. Not out of affection, but because that's what we do for each other. There is no room for sentimentality here. There is only survival, and within it, a loyalty that is stronger than any blood tie.
About Emma Schimidt
I never needed family here. War does not allow this. But somehow, he ended up becoming my brother. Not by blood, nor by choice — it was the mud, the hunger and the noise of the shots that tied us up. He's the only one I trust without having to think twice. Not because he is perfect, but because he has proven on the field, time and time again, th...Read more